Work finds me with more to do than can fit into a day but I manage. We had a delay on Thursday (because of that which shall not be named). I got in around noon (after shoveling that which shall not be named) and stayed late. (Speaking of which we're expecting, mid-week, another doosey of that which shall not be named; I think, at this point, my company might be opting for make-up days like when we were back in school.)
Yesterday transpired to be a wonderful day - truly. After spending the day doing our typical Saturday errands (which we, queerly, love to do like pick up the dry cleaning and chit-chat with the owners, traipse through the grocery aisles with coupon book in hand scouting for bargains, gather requisite supplies at the local warehouse store) and spending half the morning on my BlackBerry dealing with issues from work, we went out for dinner at this lovely new place in New Hampshire. It was a birthday celebration and the birthday guests (there were two) wanted to try this restaurant. Let me tell you, it breathed fabulous-ness! How made pasta to die for. The food offered quite a palatable Northern Italian flare, if you like that style. The decor and atmosphere held splendid little offerings such as a seat by the fireplace, beautiful lighting, tumble-marbled stonework as well as great service. I'll definitely go back.
Oh, before I forget, yesterday, while out taking our life into our hands, dodging traffic and attempting to drag Bandit through the streets prevailed in a blockade of that which shall not be named, I saw this written on a bank of some white stuff. The bank actually sits on my property line, not sure who wrote it, apparently someone frustrated with that state of the situation yet it was not Chris or me. I'm not sure you can see it well. You may have to double-click to make the picture larger.
|The Words "Melt Me!" Inscribed Upon a Bank of|
That Which Shall Not Be Named
Also note the lovely shade of grayish-brown nearest the road. Imagine if you would 90% of North Shore taking on this wonderful hue - so appealing. Also, check out the tire tracks also a common theme around here. Apparently people driving want to get as close as possible to the alluring, ice-crusted banks - very attractive - another common occurrence throughout the area.
Well I must get ready for my workout, digging out our dead end. Despite all my grumblings at least I'm getting some good exercise: Whisking upwards of 40 pounds a shovel of that which shall not be named affords one bigger biceps. Once (or should I say "if") the ice age retreats perhaps I'll get a chance to show them off.